Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,39

is slick with perspiration.

Ignoring the vibrator that calls to me from my nightstand drawer, I turn on the shower and climb in. Under the spray, I set the water to just this side of cool and turn the setting on the showerhead to pulse.

I love this showerhead. It has three settings, one for spray, one for a harder spray that is great for pounding out sore muscles, and one for pulse, which is good for so, so many fun things.

Enjoying the needy ache between my legs, I scrub my hair and wash my body down, letting the pounding water stimulate my already peaked nipples. After rinsing off, I lean against the wall, turn the showerhead to the right angle, and lower it until the jetting water is right between my spread legs.

The first pulse hits my clit just right, sending a spear of pleasure through me. I moan. My eyes close, my head drops back, and I drag the stream over the aching nub, imagining it’s Arcayos’ tongue there.

I conjure him up in my mind, red eyes like flame gleaming up at me, his tongue stroking my clit with slow, long licks. The heat rocking through me intensifies until I groan.

“Shit…”

Spreading my legs wider, I grip the showerhead’s mount above me for balance and swirl the jet of water around and over my clit. The water pounds, each stroke taking me higher.

The mess that is my life slips away, the lies that have come to permeate my world obliterated.

“Oh my god. Fuck.” I rock my hips slowly, now imagining him sucking hard. I bet that demon knows exactly how to use his mouth.

Wanting it to last longer, I keep changing the angle of the showerhead, changing the pace and pressure with which the water hits.

My eyes still closed, I imagine his fingers plucking at my nipples, those gorgeous red eyes never leaving mine while he devours my sex. My hips rock faster.

“Oh, God, yes…”

The orgasm tears through me, wild and hot. I hold the pulsing showerhead directly on my clit, letting it pound steadily against the throbbing bud. My other hand grips the showerhead mount so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t tear off the wall.

“Oh, fuck!” My screams echo off the bathroom walls.

White lights explode across my vision. My body thrashes against the wall as a second orgasm takes me over.

Then a third.

The waves of my climax recede, a flood drawing back. I pant, knees shaking as the feverish need that’s been plaguing me on and off all day is finally gone.

Wow. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

What the hell has that demon spawn done to me?

I shut off the water, climb out of the shower on shaking legs, and dry off in a daze. Steam rolls out of the bathroom as I stumble to my bed.

According to the clock on my nightstand, it’s barely eight. I’m exhausted, and not just from my happy time in the shower. Never did catch up on the sleep I’ve missed working those doubles earlier in the week. I feel like I could sleep for two days.

I’m barely in bed with the blankets pulled over me when the ache starts up again.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I mutter.

Within the hour, I’m covered in sweat again, and the ache is too intense to sleep.

I swear, whatever he’s doing to me, I’ll kill him for it.

Tearing off the blankets, I roll over and crack open my nightstand drawer.

I jerk awake a minute later.

What woke me? I crack open my eyelids and squeeze them shut against the moonlight spearing in through the bedroom window.

It’s still dark out. I glance at my nightstand. The numbers on the clock should be glowing at me from the darkness, but the screen is black.

My clock is dead? The cord is still plugged into the wall.

Wait. Why is my TV on?

I sit up slowly. I didn’t turn the TV on at all when I came home, but I can hear it clearly from the living room.

My bedroom door is shut. I never do that. Shutting the door locks Mister out, and he winds up meowing his head off to get out or in.

The cat sits on the foot of my bed, watching the door with an alarming raptness. My vibrator is lying beside him on the blanket.

The TV volume lowers, but the sound still carries quietly down the hall.

Heart beating fast, I lean over and quietly take my gun out of my nightstand. Tiptoe to the door and crack it open.